Tender boobs. Evening nausea. A pit in my stomach the size of Texas that I could be pregnant again formed as my built-up resentment toward my husband bubbled over. “We need to stop at CVS so you can run in and get a pregnancy test,” I said to my husband as he, my son and daughter and I were sitting outside of an ice cream shop in our neighborhood.
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